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Sokka's been spending most of his time in the media library recently. After all, everybody loves the media library. Sokka admittedly spends most of his time watching WWE matches, a spy show, the most overdramatic documentaries he can find, and the occasional episode of Thomas the Tank Engine. Sokka does not make himself a slave to the recommended

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"That sounds like something Aang'd say." Which means it's either absolutely and completely right, or catastrophically wrong. Aang doesn't have a middle ground. Besides, Airrazor never decided that Tarantulus wasn't really evil he was just damaged and it was perfectly fine to date him, despite everything Rhinox told her about how many times Tarantulus had kicked him in the head and set him on fire and tried to capture the Avatar...

...Sokka's analogies never stay on track.

"It's old, huh?" Sokka says, with only a little heart-being-torn-out. It was a machine that ran on explosions! Sokka could only have been happier if it had periodically dispensed seal jerky and vindication, and kicked Zuko in the stomach. "Figured as much. They never had anything that looked up to your level in any of the films... they did have these boxes on wheels that moved by themselves - without even any bending! - which was pretty impressive, but none of them could turn into other things."

For all Sokka knew. Very possibly Optimus Prime had just been very surreptitious.

"Well, sure, if you've got time, I'd love to hear about it." Sokka tilts his head. "But it looked like you had something to say?"

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A little heart-being-torn-out? Earns a faint 'erk!' look from the cat-bot. "But, hey, compared to us, most tech is."

Pause. "Boxes that--" It'll click, it just needs a minute. Cheetor isn't used to thinking from a low-tech perspective; and seeing things from another perspective calls on empathy Cheetor doesn't always have, being a teenager. "Oh! Cars! Yeah, our ancestors could turn into cars and planes and stuff. So could I, back on the homeplanet."

Cheetor clears his throat. What he had to say? Um. "Aw, it was nothing," he says quickly.

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"Kh'aaz," Sokka says, nodding. "They mentioned them a couple of times on the films, I just couldn't put the word to the object." Nor pronounce it right. It's another world issue. "So, you've got the one form that's the... robot, right, that's the word... You've got the robot form, and then you've got another form that could pretty much be anything? And you can change it? ...That's pretty impressive."

He tilts his head to that last bit, and nods. "I'm gonna give you one chance to decide that it really wasn't nothing, and if you still say it was nothing I'm gonna start asking about the other subject. And Katara says when I start talking about machinery I need to actually be attacked before I stop. Fair warning."

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"Uh, no, ca-rrrz," Cheetor says helpfully. Tactlessly, yes. But helpfully!

"Yeah, we can change our alternate modes thanks to good ol' nanotech. Basically, our bodies become covered in really really really tiny robots that reconstruct our form to match whatever form is available. On Cybertron I got chosen for a race-car form." There's a nostalgic smile.

"On the planet we landed on, we had to make do with what we had. Fortunately, I still got the best bod of the bunch."

Sokka's next comment makes Cheetor examine his tail. "Oh, it was just-- um, wondering how you guys were doing after...." C'mon, does he need to say 'Silent Hill'?